What even is this?

Why do we hold it to such a standard?
Raised atop a pedestal,
A goal that not all are lucky enough to reach,
A prize that not all are able to claim.

Why must some spend life running around in search,
Chasing a concept yet baring no knowledge of its meaning?
Why do we search for this feeling that we have never known,
As if it were something last lost now found.

Somehow, I guess we just know.
Instinctively, we know.
Happiness lies at the end of a 4 letter word.

But love is stupid,
And I'm stupidly in love with you.